joseph short


Drinkin’ - Poem by joseph short

I woke up in the early morning,
I stumbled out of my bed,
I tripped about thirty times before-
I made it to the kitchen,

I made a pot of coffee,
And slipped a couple of aspirin-
Into my mouth while I waited,
Once the coffee was done I had a cup,

I’ll be damned if I didn’t burn my tong,
What’ll be next? I’m not sure if I want to know,
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth,
Fell on the floor and hit my head,

I lay there wondern’ what’s the point in this,
So I got up and went into town,
Where of course I got stopped-
And invited to the police mans ball,

Three hundred dollars later and a night in jail,
I’m really wondering if I should go on,
So I decided to settle down and stop drinking,
And after that I have not had a problem,

Until that day you walked back in,
And then I started drinking again,
Seeing you hit me really hard,
But I guess it is my fault for not locking the door,

But never again, I will not make that mistake,
I will lock the door and throw away the key,
To make sure you don’t come back,
And start to hurt me again.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010



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